Heart Quote by Gustave Flaubert Download Open image “Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.” — Gustave Flaubert ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Heart Idleness Inertia Years
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“I found myself regarding him as an isolated phenomenon, a brain without a heart, as deficient in human sympathy as he was pre-eminent in… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
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“today he felt life, youth, people slipping away from him, without being able to hold on to any of them, left with the blind hope that this obscure force that for so many years had raised him above the daily routine, nourished him unstintingly, and been equal to the most difficult circumstances--that, as it had with endless generosity given him… — Albert Camus Copy Share
He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
He was becoming unstuck, he was sure of that - his bones were no longer wrapped in flesh but in clouds of dust, in… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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“His mind remained freakishly pin-point sharp until his last days, but his body had shut-down a good six months before. He surprised his hospice doctor and nurses by clinging to life long after he should have expired. It was a fear of dying, driven by guilt over something he did early on. He was afraid of judgment day. His strict… — Stephen Joseph Mitskavich Copy Share
In his own way, he's lived life with all the intensity he could muster. — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion, is a… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows,… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
A superhuman will is needed in order to write, and I am only a man. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
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I love because there is not enough room in my heart to hate. — Rena Kornreich Gelissen Copy Share Image
“He didn't break my heart. No one can break your heart except you.” — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
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Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting. — Michael W. Smith Copy Share Image